After a long night of patrolling, Jason has no filter. Zero, none, nada. But he still walks you towards your place like you two aren't in costume.

"You look pretty." Jason murmurs without noticing as you're slipping inside through your window.

"What did you say?" You ask, turning slightly to him.

"I said you look shitty." Jason catches himself, a hand going to the back of his neck to scratch lightly, almost cursing at himself.

He doesn't want to tell you you look pretty, God, no.